Something strange is coming? Fortunately, I am the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace

Room 4404.

The thrilling and weird atmosphere was ruined by Shen Jian's kick.

Outside the door, a man with a brisk tone and a hint of excitement on his face walked in.

Hey, why don't you tell stories without me? I tell stories like the sixth thief.

little boy:? ? ?

He was slightly startled.

There was some confusion on his face.

This human being didn't hide in his room in the middle of the night, but was so bold that he kicked open the door here. Was he begging for death?

What? You tell stories in an exclusive way and don't allow others to tell them?

Shen Jian said casually.

The little boy glared at Shen Jian with a pair of hateful pupils, and stared at Shen Jian with white eyes. He said in an extremely serious tone: Okay, big brother, you can tell it, but it must be a story that I have never heard before, otherwise it will be too boring. , as soon as it gets boring, I can’t help but eat my big brother.”

If you don't speak well, you will be eaten. It's reasonable.

Shen Jian nodded.

Agreed with the little boy's theory.

little boy:……

no.

Why would you, a human being, agree so readily?

At this time.

Shen Jian has already begun his own story.

Come, big brother will tell you a beautiful fairy tale.

Hear this beginning.

The little boy chuckled sinisterly.

He had grown up hearing fairy tales, and he had long since grown tired of them.

He has decided.

As long as this human being talks halfway, he will kill this ignorant human being in the name of boring.

Let him know that not everyone's room can be broken into.

Uncle Chen on the side was also secretly anxious.

This man, if he guessed correctly, should be the player who came to support him.

But this is too reckless.

Rushing in without even understanding Li Gui's killing patterns was undoubtedly putting himself in the most dangerous situation.

And the fairy tale was exactly the bedtime story the little boy told him two days ago.

Young man, you can't talk... uh.

Uncle Chen was about to give a warning when he felt a suffocating feeling in his neck again.

The little boy turned around and said with a sinister smile: Grandpa, when you listen to a story, you must be conscious of listening to the story. Not interrupting is the most basic virtue.

Uncle Chen looked desperate.

This fierce ghost blocked all his possibilities.

That young man is in danger.

Shen Jian continued: A long, long time ago...

There is a little girl selling nuclear bombs...

Uncle Chen:? ? ?

little boy:? ? ?

Is this a fairy tale?

You're fucking kidding me.

The little boy looked shocked.

He was familiar with various fairy tales to the point of reciting them by heart, but he had never heard of such an outrageous story.

You must have made this up on the spot.

This doesn't count, this doesn't count, it's not a story at all.

The little boy screamed.

Shen Jian thought for a while and continued: Then let me tell you one more thing.

The little boy stopped barking.

He stared at Shen Jian sullenly again.

He changed his mind.

This time, he didn't wait for the human being to finish speaking, as long as he heard the familiar opening, he would kill.

Once upon a time, there was a purple potato seller who sold gems. He never sold a gem for a long time. One day, he picked up a glove...

This is not Andersen either...

Snapped.

Shen Jian slapped him with a big dick.

With a dangerous look in his eyes, he said, Didn't your mother teach you not to interrupt when others are telling stories?

The little boy covered his mouth.

He looked at the human in front of him in astonishment.

How dare he?

Do you think you can't lift the knife?

Human, you are looking for death. Do you feel that you are having trouble breathing now?

After being slapped in the face, the little boy was completely furious.

The sinister words continued to echo in the room.

Bursts of ghostly sounds.

Supernatural power covered the entire scene.

Uncle Chen's face immediately turned red.

This supernatural force is even scarier than before.

Obviously, this fierce ghost had been so enraged that it lost its mind and exploded with all its strength.

Unstoppable.

Totally unstoppable.

If a fierce ghost close to the red level wanted to kill a human, it would be easy, let alone one in a rage.

The supernatural puzzle in his body only resisted for him for less than ten seconds, and then completely stopped moving.

It's over.

This thought flashed through Uncle Chen's mind.

The next second.

Shen Jian stepped forward and slapped the two big dicks again.

After thinking for a while, I added three more to make up the even number of six.

Just listen to the story. Why are you so anxious? You kid, you are probably an orphan, but it doesn't matter. I have a big family here that loves each other. Family members come from all over the world. We gather together and together we form a family. A warm and beautiful home, join us and you can enjoy this warmth too.”

Shen Jian sent out an invitation.

Smiling face.

But the little boy only saw a demon threatening him.

The smile in the eyes seems to say: joining means loving each other and becoming a family. If you don’t join, you won’t even be an orphan.

In the face of this kind of power, the little boy showed the decisiveness that an adult should have.

I'm joining.

Hear this.

Shen Jian took back the scalpel with some regret.

little boy:! ! !

grass.

If I just refused, would you use this scalpel to dismember me?

You are a family that loves each other, but your style is wrong.

Is it too late for me to quit now?

Seeing the regret in Shen Jian's eyes, the little boy subconsciously took a few steps back.

He felt that this big loving family might not be what he imagined.

But under Shen Jian's lust, he could only give in.

Looking at this scene.

Uncle Chen's eyes widened.

A fierce ghost close to the red level was solved like this?

It's incredible.

Just like dreaming.

No, he never dared to think like this in his wildest dreams.

He looked at Shen Jian in disbelief, and his mind was already in turmoil. Where did that female player get such a golden thigh?

He guessed wrong.

This is not a three-star player, this is a four-star player.

…

Come out of room 4404.

There was a submissive ghost and a nervous old man beside Shen Jian.

Shen Jian fell into deep thought.

Although the Huangquan Hotel is a three-star copy, there are not many external ghosts inside. Except for the four players' rooms, there is only one substitute.

All five fierce ghosts have been taken away by him.

The rest is the chef of Huangquan Hotel.

If you catch that one, this copy will be temporarily closed.

It's the main mission...

Think about it.

Shen Jian looked at the little boy and asked, Do you know the chef here? What are the so-called four-color Shaomai ingredients?

Hear this.

The little boy stopped and subconsciously showed a scary sinister smile on his face, Oh, don't hit, don't hit. This is my subconscious reaction. I don't smile like that.

After being warned by Shen Jian, the little boy sobbed silently: I have listened to your conversation, haven't you already guessed it? The four colors of Shaomai represent the four humans who have entered the dungeon... Combine these four flavors of meat Chop it in a special way and mix it in a certain proportion to form Huangquan Hotel’s signature shaomai.”

Hear this.

Both the dull girl and Uncle Chen trembled.

Although they had already guessed, the moment they heard the truth, they couldn't help but feel chills.

No wonder the four players invited to the Huangquan Hotel are the same men, women, old and young every time. It turns out that this is the case.

This is not playing a customs clearance dungeon, this is clearly selected as food.

If it weren't for Shen Jian, they might have become Li Gui's meal.

There was deep gratitude in their eyes.

Then where is this chef now?

Shen Jian was not surprised and continued to ask.

At this time, Master Xie should have already started preparing ingredients. Do you want to go there? Master Xie is very scary. Many of his kind are afraid of him and dare not speak out when they are angry.

The little boy swallowed.

Why?

Because Master Xie is not only interested in humans, he is also interested in ghosts. He once said that ghosts are also a dish, but he has not yet found a suitable cooking method. For this reason, many people in the kitchen , a part of your body is missing every day.”

Moreover, he sometimes develops new products and lets others taste the dishes cooked by his own body.

Following the little boy's words, the image of a sick chef appeared on the page.

Both players were a little glad that they were not reckless, otherwise when they entered the kitchen and saw this fierce ghost, they would probably be missing some parts.

If there are fewer evil ghosts, there will be fewer evil spirits. After all, it will not affect normal activities.

But they are different.

Not to mention missing some organs, even if a piece of flesh is cut off, it is possible to bleed to death.

If you want to deal with such a ghost, you must take a long-term approach.

But obviously.

Shen Jian's ideas are different from theirs.

Take me there.

Shen Jian said.

He was still waiting for the landlady's surprise. How could he delay it until the next day?

All he wants is a speedrun.

When the two players saw this, they looked at each other and followed.

…

Private kitchen.

A tall, burly man was cooking food.

There is also an iron rod nearly two meters long standing next to him.

The top of the iron rod was thick with blood and flesh, as if it had just been used to beat beef, and it was stained with blood.

next moment.

The chef ghost smelled the scent of a living person and turned around, just in time to see Shen Jian and others walking in.

His face was slightly stunned.

Then he showed a hint of excitement.

We have guests here so early. What do they want to eat? I have the most classic golden ratio shaomai here, using the freshest meat. All the guests who have eaten it say it is good.

Or, how about a pair of meatballs? I just beat them and the meat is all mushy. The meatballs also taste great.

The chef ghost introduced his specialty dishes.

But the smile on his face had changed, and he became more and more excited as he spoke. At the same time, his eyes kept scanning the three humans Shen Jian, first stopping at the heart, then the thighs, and finally staring at the heads.

The dull girl, Uncle Chen's expression suddenly changed.

The chill went straight from the soles of my feet to the sky.

This fierce ghost has actually reached the terrifying red level.

Although the upper limit of the three-star dungeon is the red-level ghost, under normal circumstances, as long as the players do not trigger side tasks casually and complete the corresponding tasks in a disciplined manner, it is difficult for the four-person dungeon to encounter the red-level ghost head-on.

Even if you happen to encounter it by chance, as long as it's within the scope of the mission, you don't need to worry about the evil ghost suddenly attacking.

But the situation is different now.

They took the initiative to enter the territory of the red-clothed devil.

Fierce ghosts can launch supernatural attacks at any time.

Especially this tall and burly chef ghost was filled with an aura of extreme fear. Just looking at it gave them a trembling feeling in their souls.

The two of them looked at Shen Jian subconsciously.

Shen Jian frowned at this time: I just got up, and I can't eat something so fishy. I want to make something light. I know how to make nine-turn large intestine. I want to eat that.

Chef Ghost:......

Nima, if you can't stand the fishy taste, you asked me to make the nine-turn large intestine. Is this what you call a light taste?

You have a heavy appetite.

Hehehe, I can do it.

Finished.

The chef ghost walked back into the private kitchenette.

After a while, he came out with a plate.

On the plate is braised large intestine that is full of color, flavor and flavor.

The chef smiled meaningfully and placed the plate in front of Shen Jian, Here, eat while it's hot.

Finished.

He stared closely at Shen Jian's face, as if trying to find a hint of fear from it.

Shen Jian came over to take a look.

Grinning: As a chef, you have to taste the food after it is finished to know whether it meets the taste of the guests. If you don't even taste it, how do you know that this is the taste I want?

Say it.

He grabbed Chef Ghost and stuffed the entire plate into Chef Ghost's mouth.

Chef Ghost:! ! !

No, no!

Ahhhh!

I'm so stupid, you're riding a horse... ugh...